Yesterday was wrong.
Yesterday I allowed things to happen which I know shouldn't. I allowed things to happen, and things to almost happen.
Clarence calls it circumstances. Sean says it with a sigh.
Because he'd made his choice, and what am I doing? I'm just being foolish.
"Why are you so quiet? What are you thinking about?" He asked.
Cabs that move slowly round a bend. The red depresses me. The sound of fountain water surrounds.
"Nothing," I hummed. But in fact, it was everything.